TO HUGH ROBERTS

"Friends, says he, and Neighbours, the Taxes are indeed very heavy, and if those laid on by the Government were the only Ones we had to pay, we might more easily discharge them; but we have many others, and much more grievous to some of us. We are taxed twice as much by ourIdleness, three times as much by ourPride, and four times as much by ourFolly, and from these Taxes the Commissioners cannot ease or deliver us by allowing an Abatement. However let us hearken to good Advice, and something may be done for us;God helps them that help themselves, asPoor Richardsays, in his Almanack of 1733.It would be thought a hard Government that should tax its People one tenth Part of theirTime, to be employed in its Service. ButIdlenesstaxes many of us much more, if we reckon all that is spent in absoluteSloth, or doing of nothing, with that which is spent in idle Employments or Amusements, that amount to nothing.Sloth, by bringing on Diseases, absolutely shortens Life.Sloth, like Rust, consumes faster than Labour wears, while theused Key is always bright, asPoor Richardsays. Butdost thou love Life, then do not squander Time, for that's the Stuff Life is made of, asPoor Richardsays.—How much more than is necessary do we spend in Sleep! forgetting thatThe sleeping Fox catches no Poultry, and thatthere will be sleeping enough in the Grave, asPoor Richardsays. If Time be of all Things the most precious,wasting Timemust be, asPoor Richardsays,the greatest Prodigality, since, as he elsewhere tells us,Lost Time is never found again; and what we callTime-enough, always proves little enough: Let us then up and be doing, and doing to the Purpose; so by Diligence shall we do more with less Perplexity.Sloth makes all Things difficult, but Industry all easy, asPoor Richardsays; andHe that riseth late, must trot all Day, and shall scarce overtake his Business at Night. WhileLaziness travels so slowly, that Poverty soon overtakes him, as we read inPoor Richard, who adds,Drive thy Business, let not that drive thee; andEarly to Bed, and early to rise, makes a Man healthy, wealthy and wise.So what signifieswishingandhopingfor better Times. We may make these Times better if we bestir ourselves.Industry need not wish, asPoor Richardsays, andHe that lives upon Hope will die fasting.There are no Gains, without Pains; thenHelp Hands, for I have no Lands, or if I have, they are smartly taxed. And, asPoor Richardlikewise observes,He that hath a Trade hath an Estate, andHe that hath a Calling, hath an Office of Profit and Honour; but then theTrademust be worked at, and theCallingwell followed, or neither theEstate, nor theOffice, will enable us to pay our Taxes.—If we are industrious we shall never starve; for, asPoor Richardsays,At the working Man's HouseHungerlooks in, but dares not enter. Nor will the Bailiff or the Constable enter, forIndustry pays Debts, while Despair encreaseth them, saysPoor Richard.—What though you have found no Treasure, nor has any rich Relation left you a Legacy,Diligence is the Mother of Good luck, asPoor Richardsays,and God gives all Things to Industry. Thenplough deep, while Sluggards sleep, and you shall have Corn to sell and to keep, saysPoor Dick. Work while it is called To-day, for you know not how much you may be hindered To-morrow, which makesPoorRichardsay,One To-day is worth two To-morrows; and farther,Have you somewhat to do To-morrow, do it To-day. If you were a Servant, would you not be ashamed that a good Master should catch you idle? Are you then your own Master,be ashamed to catch yourself idle, asPoor Dicksays. When there is so much to be done for yourself, your Family, your Country, and your gracious King, be up by Peep of Day;Let not the Sun look down and say, Inglorious here he lies. Handle your Tools without Mittens; remember thatthe Cat in Gloves catches no Mice, asPoor Richardsays. 'Tis true there is much to be done, and perhaps you are weak handed, but stick to it steadily, and you will see great Effects, forconstant Dropping wears away Stones, and byDiligence and Patience the Mouse ate in two the Cable; andlittle Strokes fell great Oaks, asPoor Richardsays in his Almanack, the Year I cannot just now remember.Methinks I hear some of you say,Must a Man afford himself no Leisure?—I will tell thee, my Friend, whatPoor Richardsays,Employ thy Time well if thou meanest to gain Leisure; andsince thou art not sure of a Minute, throw not away an Hour. Leisure, is Time for doing something useful; this Leisure the diligent Man will obtain, but the lazy Man never; so that, asPoor Richardsays, aLife of Leisure and a Life of Laziness are two Things. Do you imagine that Sloth will afford you more Comfort than Labour? No, for asPoor Richardsays,Trouble springs from Idleness, and grievous Toil from needless Ease.Many without Labour, would live by theirWitsonly, but they break for want of Stock.Whereas Industry gives Comfort, and Plenty, and Respect:Fly Pleasures, and they'll follow you.The diligent Spinner has a large Shift; andnow I have a Sheep and a Cow, every Body bids me Good morrow; all which is well said byPoor Richard.But with our Industry, we must likewise besteady,settledandcareful, and oversee our own Affairswith our own Eyes, and not trust too much to others; for, asPoor Richardsays,I never saw an oft removed Tree,Nor yet an oft removed Family,That throve so well as those that settled be.And again,Three Removes is as bad as a Fire; and again,Keep thy Shop, and thy Shop will keep thee; and again,If you would have your Business done, go; If not, send. And again,He that by the Plough would thrive,Himself must either hold or drive.And again,The Eye of a Master will do more Work than both his Hands; and again,Want of Care does us more Damage than Want of Knowledge; and again,Not to oversee Workmen, is to leave them your Purse open. Trusting too much to others Care is the Ruin of many; for, as theAlmanacksays,In the Affairs of this World, Men are saved, not by Faith, but by the Want of it; but a Man's own Care is profitable; for, saithPoor Dick,Learning is to the Studious, andRiches to the Careful, as well asPower to the Bold, andHeaven to the Virtuous. And farther,If you would have a faithful Servant, and one that you like, serve yourself. And again, he adviseth to Circumspection and Care, even in the smallest Matters, because sometimesa little Neglect may breed great Mischief; adding,For want of a Nail the Shoe was lost; for want of a Shoe the Horse was lost; and for want of a Horse the Rider was lost, being overtaken and slain by the Enemy, all for want of Care about a Horse shoe Nail.So much for Industry, my Friends, and Attention to one's own Business; but to these we must addFrugality, if we would make ourIndustrymore certainly successful. A Man may, if he knows not how to save as he gets,keep his Nose all his Life to the Grindstone, and die not worth aGroatat last.A fat Kitchen makes a lean Will, asPoor Richardsays; and,Many Estates are spent in the Getting,Since Women for Tea forsook Spinning and Knitting,And Men for Punch forsook Hewing and Splitting.If you would be wealthy, says he, in another Almanack,think of Saving as well as of Getting:TheIndieshave not madeSpainrich, because herOutgoesare greater than herIncomes. Away then with your expensive Follies, and you will not have so much Cause to complain of hard Times, heavy Taxes, and chargeable Families; for, asPoor Dicksays,Women and Wine, Game and Deceit,Make the Wealth small, and the Wants great.And farther,What maintains one Vice, would bring up two Children. You may think perhaps, That alittleTea, or alittlePunch now and then, Diet alittlemore costly, Clothes alittlefiner, and alittleEntertainment now and then, can be nogreatMatter; but remember whatPoor Richardsays,Manya Littlemakes a Mickle; and farther,Beware oflittleExpences;a small Leak will sink a great Ship; and again,Who Dainties love, shall Beggars prove; and moreover,Fools make Feasts, and wise Men eat them.Here you are all got together at this Vendue ofFineriesandKnicknacks. You call themGoods, but if you do not take Care, they will proveEvilsto some of you. You expect they will be soldcheap, and perhaps they may for less than they cost; but if you have no Occasion for them, they must bedearto you. Remember whatPoor Richardsays,Buy what thou hast no Need of, and ere long thou shalt sell thy Necessaries. And again,At a great Pennyworth pause a while: He means, that perhaps the Cheapness isapparentonly, and notreal; or the Bargain, by straitning thee in thy Business, may do thee more Harm than Good. For in another Place he says,Many have been ruined by buying good Pennyworths. Again,Poor Richardsays,'Tis foolish to lay out Money in a Purchase of Repentance; and yet this Folly is practised every Day at Vendues, for want of minding the Almanack.Wise Men, asPoor Dicksays,learn by others Harms, Fools scarcely by their own; butFelix quem faciunt aliena Pericula cautum. Many a one, for the Sake of Finery on the Back, have gone with a hungry Belly, and half starved their Families;Silks and Sattins, Scarlet and Velvets, asPoor Richardsays,put out the Kitchen Fire. These are not theNecessariesof Life; they can scarcely be called theConveniencies, and yet only because they look pretty, how manywanttohavethem. TheartificialWants of Mankind thus become more numerous than thenatural; and, asPoor Dicksays,For onepoorPerson, there are an hundredindigent. By these, and other Extravagancies, the Genteel are reduced to Poverty, and forced to borrow of those whom they formerly despised, but who throughIndustryandFrugalityhave maintained their Standing; in which Case it appears plainly, that aPloughman on his Legs is higher than a Gentleman on his Knees, asPoor Richardsays. Perhaps they have had a small Estate left them which they knew not the Getting of; they think'tis Day, and will never be Night; that a little to be spent out ofso much, is not worth minding; (a Child and a Fool, asPoor Richardsays,imagineTwenty Shillingsand Twenty Years can never be spent) but,always taking out of, the Meal-tub, and never putting in, soon comes to the Bottom; then, asPoor Dicksays,When the Well's dry, they know the Worth of Water. But this they might have known before, if they had taken his Advice;If you would know the Value of Money, go and try to borrow some; for,he that goes a borrowing goes a sorrowing; and indeed so does he that lends to such People, when he goesto get it in again.—Poor Dickfarther advises, and says,FondPride of Dressis sure a very Curse;E'erFancyyou consult, consult your Purse.And again,Pride is as loud a Beggar as Want, and a great deal more saucy. When you have bought one fine Thing you must buy ten more, that your Appearance may be all of a Piece; butPoor Dicksays,'Tis easier tosuppressthe first Desire, than tosatisfyall that follow it. And 'tis as truly Folly for the Poor to ape the Rich, as for the Frog to swell, in order to equal the Ox.Great Estates may venture more,But little Boats should keep near Shore.'Tis however a Folly soon punished; forPride that dines on Vanity sups on Contempt, asPoor Richardsays. And in another Place,Pride breakfasted with Plenty, dined with Poverty, and supped with Infamy. And after all, of what Use is thisPride of Appearance, for which so much is risked, so much is suffered? It cannot promote Health, or ease Pain; it makes no Increase of Merit in the Person, it creates Envy, it hastens Misfortune.What is a Butterfly? At bestHe's but a Caterpillar drest.The gaudy Fop's his Picture just,asPoor Richardsays.But what Madness must it be torun in Debtfor these Superfluities! We are offered, by the Terms of this Vendue,Six Months Credit; and that perhaps has induced some of us to attend it, because we cannot spare the ready Money, and hope now to be fine without it. But, ah, think what you do when you run in Debt;You give to another, Power over your Liberty. If you cannot pay at the Time, you will be ashamed to see your Creditor; you will be in Fear when you speak to him; you will make poor pitiful sneaking Excuses, and by Degrees come to lose your Veracity, and sink into base downright lying; for, asPoor Richardsays,The second Vice is Lying, the first is running in Debt. And again, to the same Purpose,Lying rides upon Debt's Back. Whereas a freebornEnglishmanought not to be ashamed or afraid to see or speak to any Man living. But Poverty often deprives a Man of all Spirit and Virtue:'Tis hard for an empty Bag to stand upright, asPoor Richardtruly says. What would you think of that Prince, or that Government, who should issue an Edict forbidding you to dress like a Gentleman or a Gentlewoman, on Pain of Imprisonment or Servitude? Would you not say, that you are free, have a Right to dress as you please, and that such an Edict would be a Breach of your Privileges, and such a Government tyrannical? And yet you are about to put yourself under that Tyranny when you run in Debt for such Dress! Your Creditor has Authority at his Pleasure to deprive you of your Liberty, by confining you in Goal [sic] for Life, or to sell you for a Servant, if you should not be able to pay him! When you have got your Bargain, you may, perhaps, think little of Payment; butCreditors,Poor Richardtells us,have better Memories than Debtors; and in another Place says,Creditors are a superstitious Sect, great Observers of set Days and Times. The Day comes round before you are aware, and the Demand is made before you are prepared to satisfy it. Or if you bear your Debt in Mind, the Term which at first seemed so long, will, as it lessens, appear extreamly short.Timewill seem to have added Wings to his Heels as well as Shoulders.Those have a short Lent, saithPoor Richard,who owe Money to be paid at Easter. Then since, as he says,The Borrower is aSlave to the Lender, and the Debtor to the Creditor, disdain the Chain, preserve your Freedom; and maintain your Independency: Beindustriousandfree; befrugalandfree. At present, perhaps, you may think yourself in thriving Circumstances, and that you can bear a little Extravangance [sic] without Injury; but,For Age and Want, save while you may;No Morning Sun lasts a whole Day,asPoor Richardsays—Gain may be temporary and uncertain, but ever while you live, Expence is constant and certain; and'tis easier to build two Chimnies than to keep one in Fuel, asPoor Richardsays. Sorather go to Bed supperless than rise in Debt.Get what you can, and what you get hold;'Tis the Stone that will turn all your Lead into Gold,asPoor Richardsays. And when you have got the Philosopher's Stone, sure you will no longer complain of bad Times, or the Difficulty of paying Taxes.This Doctrine, my Friends, isReasonandWisdom; but after all, do not depend too much upon your ownIndustry, andFrugality, andPrudence, though excellent Things, for they may all be blasted without the Blessing of Heaven; and therefore ask that Blessing humbly, and be not uncharitable to those that at present seem to want it, but comfort and help them. RememberJobsuffered, and was afterwards prosperous.And now to conclude,Experience keeps a dear School, but Fools will learn in no other, and scarce in that; for it is true,we may give Advice, but we cannot give Conduct, asPoor Richardsays: However, remember this,They that won't be counselled, can't be helped, asPoor Richardsays: And farther, Thatif you will not hear Reason, she'll surely rap your Knuckles."

It would be thought a hard Government that should tax its People one tenth Part of theirTime, to be employed in its Service. ButIdlenesstaxes many of us much more, if we reckon all that is spent in absoluteSloth, or doing of nothing, with that which is spent in idle Employments or Amusements, that amount to nothing.Sloth, by bringing on Diseases, absolutely shortens Life.Sloth, like Rust, consumes faster than Labour wears, while theused Key is always bright, asPoor Richardsays. Butdost thou love Life, then do not squander Time, for that's the Stuff Life is made of, asPoor Richardsays.—How much more than is necessary do we spend in Sleep! forgetting thatThe sleeping Fox catches no Poultry, and thatthere will be sleeping enough in the Grave, asPoor Richardsays. If Time be of all Things the most precious,wasting Timemust be, asPoor Richardsays,the greatest Prodigality, since, as he elsewhere tells us,Lost Time is never found again; and what we callTime-enough, always proves little enough: Let us then up and be doing, and doing to the Purpose; so by Diligence shall we do more with less Perplexity.Sloth makes all Things difficult, but Industry all easy, asPoor Richardsays; andHe that riseth late, must trot all Day, and shall scarce overtake his Business at Night. WhileLaziness travels so slowly, that Poverty soon overtakes him, as we read inPoor Richard, who adds,Drive thy Business, let not that drive thee; andEarly to Bed, and early to rise, makes a Man healthy, wealthy and wise.

So what signifieswishingandhopingfor better Times. We may make these Times better if we bestir ourselves.Industry need not wish, asPoor Richardsays, andHe that lives upon Hope will die fasting.There are no Gains, without Pains; thenHelp Hands, for I have no Lands, or if I have, they are smartly taxed. And, asPoor Richardlikewise observes,He that hath a Trade hath an Estate, andHe that hath a Calling, hath an Office of Profit and Honour; but then theTrademust be worked at, and theCallingwell followed, or neither theEstate, nor theOffice, will enable us to pay our Taxes.—If we are industrious we shall never starve; for, asPoor Richardsays,At the working Man's HouseHungerlooks in, but dares not enter. Nor will the Bailiff or the Constable enter, forIndustry pays Debts, while Despair encreaseth them, saysPoor Richard.—What though you have found no Treasure, nor has any rich Relation left you a Legacy,Diligence is the Mother of Good luck, asPoor Richardsays,and God gives all Things to Industry. Thenplough deep, while Sluggards sleep, and you shall have Corn to sell and to keep, saysPoor Dick. Work while it is called To-day, for you know not how much you may be hindered To-morrow, which makesPoorRichardsay,One To-day is worth two To-morrows; and farther,Have you somewhat to do To-morrow, do it To-day. If you were a Servant, would you not be ashamed that a good Master should catch you idle? Are you then your own Master,be ashamed to catch yourself idle, asPoor Dicksays. When there is so much to be done for yourself, your Family, your Country, and your gracious King, be up by Peep of Day;Let not the Sun look down and say, Inglorious here he lies. Handle your Tools without Mittens; remember thatthe Cat in Gloves catches no Mice, asPoor Richardsays. 'Tis true there is much to be done, and perhaps you are weak handed, but stick to it steadily, and you will see great Effects, forconstant Dropping wears away Stones, and byDiligence and Patience the Mouse ate in two the Cable; andlittle Strokes fell great Oaks, asPoor Richardsays in his Almanack, the Year I cannot just now remember.

Methinks I hear some of you say,Must a Man afford himself no Leisure?—I will tell thee, my Friend, whatPoor Richardsays,Employ thy Time well if thou meanest to gain Leisure; andsince thou art not sure of a Minute, throw not away an Hour. Leisure, is Time for doing something useful; this Leisure the diligent Man will obtain, but the lazy Man never; so that, asPoor Richardsays, aLife of Leisure and a Life of Laziness are two Things. Do you imagine that Sloth will afford you more Comfort than Labour? No, for asPoor Richardsays,Trouble springs from Idleness, and grievous Toil from needless Ease.Many without Labour, would live by theirWitsonly, but they break for want of Stock.Whereas Industry gives Comfort, and Plenty, and Respect:Fly Pleasures, and they'll follow you.The diligent Spinner has a large Shift; andnow I have a Sheep and a Cow, every Body bids me Good morrow; all which is well said byPoor Richard.

But with our Industry, we must likewise besteady,settledandcareful, and oversee our own Affairswith our own Eyes, and not trust too much to others; for, asPoor Richardsays,

I never saw an oft removed Tree,Nor yet an oft removed Family,That throve so well as those that settled be.

And again,Three Removes is as bad as a Fire; and again,Keep thy Shop, and thy Shop will keep thee; and again,If you would have your Business done, go; If not, send. And again,

He that by the Plough would thrive,Himself must either hold or drive.

And again,The Eye of a Master will do more Work than both his Hands; and again,Want of Care does us more Damage than Want of Knowledge; and again,Not to oversee Workmen, is to leave them your Purse open. Trusting too much to others Care is the Ruin of many; for, as theAlmanacksays,In the Affairs of this World, Men are saved, not by Faith, but by the Want of it; but a Man's own Care is profitable; for, saithPoor Dick,Learning is to the Studious, andRiches to the Careful, as well asPower to the Bold, andHeaven to the Virtuous. And farther,If you would have a faithful Servant, and one that you like, serve yourself. And again, he adviseth to Circumspection and Care, even in the smallest Matters, because sometimesa little Neglect may breed great Mischief; adding,For want of a Nail the Shoe was lost; for want of a Shoe the Horse was lost; and for want of a Horse the Rider was lost, being overtaken and slain by the Enemy, all for want of Care about a Horse shoe Nail.

So much for Industry, my Friends, and Attention to one's own Business; but to these we must addFrugality, if we would make ourIndustrymore certainly successful. A Man may, if he knows not how to save as he gets,keep his Nose all his Life to the Grindstone, and die not worth aGroatat last.A fat Kitchen makes a lean Will, asPoor Richardsays; and,

Many Estates are spent in the Getting,Since Women for Tea forsook Spinning and Knitting,And Men for Punch forsook Hewing and Splitting.

If you would be wealthy, says he, in another Almanack,think of Saving as well as of Getting:TheIndieshave not madeSpainrich, because herOutgoesare greater than herIncomes. Away then with your expensive Follies, and you will not have so much Cause to complain of hard Times, heavy Taxes, and chargeable Families; for, asPoor Dicksays,

Women and Wine, Game and Deceit,Make the Wealth small, and the Wants great.

And farther,What maintains one Vice, would bring up two Children. You may think perhaps, That alittleTea, or alittlePunch now and then, Diet alittlemore costly, Clothes alittlefiner, and alittleEntertainment now and then, can be nogreatMatter; but remember whatPoor Richardsays,Manya Littlemakes a Mickle; and farther,Beware oflittleExpences;a small Leak will sink a great Ship; and again,Who Dainties love, shall Beggars prove; and moreover,Fools make Feasts, and wise Men eat them.

Here you are all got together at this Vendue ofFineriesandKnicknacks. You call themGoods, but if you do not take Care, they will proveEvilsto some of you. You expect they will be soldcheap, and perhaps they may for less than they cost; but if you have no Occasion for them, they must bedearto you. Remember whatPoor Richardsays,Buy what thou hast no Need of, and ere long thou shalt sell thy Necessaries. And again,At a great Pennyworth pause a while: He means, that perhaps the Cheapness isapparentonly, and notreal; or the Bargain, by straitning thee in thy Business, may do thee more Harm than Good. For in another Place he says,Many have been ruined by buying good Pennyworths. Again,Poor Richardsays,'Tis foolish to lay out Money in a Purchase of Repentance; and yet this Folly is practised every Day at Vendues, for want of minding the Almanack.Wise Men, asPoor Dicksays,learn by others Harms, Fools scarcely by their own; butFelix quem faciunt aliena Pericula cautum. Many a one, for the Sake of Finery on the Back, have gone with a hungry Belly, and half starved their Families;Silks and Sattins, Scarlet and Velvets, asPoor Richardsays,put out the Kitchen Fire. These are not theNecessariesof Life; they can scarcely be called theConveniencies, and yet only because they look pretty, how manywanttohavethem. TheartificialWants of Mankind thus become more numerous than thenatural; and, asPoor Dicksays,For onepoorPerson, there are an hundredindigent. By these, and other Extravagancies, the Genteel are reduced to Poverty, and forced to borrow of those whom they formerly despised, but who throughIndustryandFrugalityhave maintained their Standing; in which Case it appears plainly, that aPloughman on his Legs is higher than a Gentleman on his Knees, asPoor Richardsays. Perhaps they have had a small Estate left them which they knew not the Getting of; they think'tis Day, and will never be Night; that a little to be spent out ofso much, is not worth minding; (a Child and a Fool, asPoor Richardsays,imagineTwenty Shillingsand Twenty Years can never be spent) but,always taking out of, the Meal-tub, and never putting in, soon comes to the Bottom; then, asPoor Dicksays,When the Well's dry, they know the Worth of Water. But this they might have known before, if they had taken his Advice;If you would know the Value of Money, go and try to borrow some; for,he that goes a borrowing goes a sorrowing; and indeed so does he that lends to such People, when he goesto get it in again.—Poor Dickfarther advises, and says,

FondPride of Dressis sure a very Curse;E'erFancyyou consult, consult your Purse.

And again,Pride is as loud a Beggar as Want, and a great deal more saucy. When you have bought one fine Thing you must buy ten more, that your Appearance may be all of a Piece; butPoor Dicksays,'Tis easier tosuppressthe first Desire, than tosatisfyall that follow it. And 'tis as truly Folly for the Poor to ape the Rich, as for the Frog to swell, in order to equal the Ox.

Great Estates may venture more,But little Boats should keep near Shore.

'Tis however a Folly soon punished; forPride that dines on Vanity sups on Contempt, asPoor Richardsays. And in another Place,Pride breakfasted with Plenty, dined with Poverty, and supped with Infamy. And after all, of what Use is thisPride of Appearance, for which so much is risked, so much is suffered? It cannot promote Health, or ease Pain; it makes no Increase of Merit in the Person, it creates Envy, it hastens Misfortune.

What is a Butterfly? At bestHe's but a Caterpillar drest.The gaudy Fop's his Picture just,

asPoor Richardsays.

But what Madness must it be torun in Debtfor these Superfluities! We are offered, by the Terms of this Vendue,Six Months Credit; and that perhaps has induced some of us to attend it, because we cannot spare the ready Money, and hope now to be fine without it. But, ah, think what you do when you run in Debt;You give to another, Power over your Liberty. If you cannot pay at the Time, you will be ashamed to see your Creditor; you will be in Fear when you speak to him; you will make poor pitiful sneaking Excuses, and by Degrees come to lose your Veracity, and sink into base downright lying; for, asPoor Richardsays,The second Vice is Lying, the first is running in Debt. And again, to the same Purpose,Lying rides upon Debt's Back. Whereas a freebornEnglishmanought not to be ashamed or afraid to see or speak to any Man living. But Poverty often deprives a Man of all Spirit and Virtue:'Tis hard for an empty Bag to stand upright, asPoor Richardtruly says. What would you think of that Prince, or that Government, who should issue an Edict forbidding you to dress like a Gentleman or a Gentlewoman, on Pain of Imprisonment or Servitude? Would you not say, that you are free, have a Right to dress as you please, and that such an Edict would be a Breach of your Privileges, and such a Government tyrannical? And yet you are about to put yourself under that Tyranny when you run in Debt for such Dress! Your Creditor has Authority at his Pleasure to deprive you of your Liberty, by confining you in Goal [sic] for Life, or to sell you for a Servant, if you should not be able to pay him! When you have got your Bargain, you may, perhaps, think little of Payment; butCreditors,Poor Richardtells us,have better Memories than Debtors; and in another Place says,Creditors are a superstitious Sect, great Observers of set Days and Times. The Day comes round before you are aware, and the Demand is made before you are prepared to satisfy it. Or if you bear your Debt in Mind, the Term which at first seemed so long, will, as it lessens, appear extreamly short.Timewill seem to have added Wings to his Heels as well as Shoulders.Those have a short Lent, saithPoor Richard,who owe Money to be paid at Easter. Then since, as he says,The Borrower is aSlave to the Lender, and the Debtor to the Creditor, disdain the Chain, preserve your Freedom; and maintain your Independency: Beindustriousandfree; befrugalandfree. At present, perhaps, you may think yourself in thriving Circumstances, and that you can bear a little Extravangance [sic] without Injury; but,

For Age and Want, save while you may;No Morning Sun lasts a whole Day,

asPoor Richardsays—Gain may be temporary and uncertain, but ever while you live, Expence is constant and certain; and'tis easier to build two Chimnies than to keep one in Fuel, asPoor Richardsays. Sorather go to Bed supperless than rise in Debt.

Get what you can, and what you get hold;'Tis the Stone that will turn all your Lead into Gold,

asPoor Richardsays. And when you have got the Philosopher's Stone, sure you will no longer complain of bad Times, or the Difficulty of paying Taxes.

This Doctrine, my Friends, isReasonandWisdom; but after all, do not depend too much upon your ownIndustry, andFrugality, andPrudence, though excellent Things, for they may all be blasted without the Blessing of Heaven; and therefore ask that Blessing humbly, and be not uncharitable to those that at present seem to want it, but comfort and help them. RememberJobsuffered, and was afterwards prosperous.

And now to conclude,Experience keeps a dear School, but Fools will learn in no other, and scarce in that; for it is true,we may give Advice, but we cannot give Conduct, asPoor Richardsays: However, remember this,They that won't be counselled, can't be helped, asPoor Richardsays: And farther, Thatif you will not hear Reason, she'll surely rap your Knuckles."

Thus the old Gentleman ended his Harangue. The People heard it, and approved the Doctrine and immediately practised the contrary, just as if it had been a common Sermon; for the Vendue opened, and they began to buy extravagantly, notwithstanding all his Cautions, and their own Fear of Taxes.—Ifound the good Man had thoroughly studied my Almanacks, and digested all I had dropt on those Topicks during the Course of Five-and-twenty Years. The frequent Mention he made of me must have tired any one else, but my Vanity was wonderfully delighted with it, though I was conscious that not a tenth Part of the Wisdom was my own which he ascribed to me, but rather theGleaningsI had made of the Sense of all Ages and Nations. However, I resolved to be the better for the Echo of it; and though I had at first determined to buy Stuff for a new Coat, I went away resolved to wear my old One a little longer.Reader, if thou wilt do the same, thy Profit will be as great as mine.

I am, as ever,Thine to serve thee,Richard Saunders.

July 7, 1757.

London, September 16, 1758.

Dear Friend,

Your kind letter of June 1st gave me great pleasure. I thank you for the concern you express about my health, which at present seems tolerably confirmed by my late journey into different parts of the kingdom, that have been highly entertaining as well as useful to me. Your visits to my little family in my absence are very obliging, and I hope you will be so good as to continue them. Your remark on the thistle and the Scotch motto made us very merry, as well as your string of puns. You will allow me to claim a little merit or demerit in the last, as having had some hand in making you a punster; but the wit of the first is keen, and all your own.

Two of the former members of the Junto you tell me are departed this life, Potts and Parsons.[54]Odd characters both of them. Parsons a wise man, that often acted foolishly; Potts a wit, that seldom acted wisely. Ifenoughwere the means to make a man happy, one had always themeansof happiness, without ever enjoying thething; the other had always thething, without everpossessing themeans. Parsons, even in his prosperity, always fretting; Potts, in the midst of his poverty, ever laughing. It seems, then, that happiness in this life rather depends on internals than externals; and that, besides the natural effects of wisdom and virtue, vice and folly, there is such a thing as a happy or an unhappy constitution. They were both our friends, and loved us. So, peace to their shades. They had their virtues as well as their foibles; they were both honest men, and that alone, as the world goes, is one of the greatest of characters. They were old acquaintances, in whose company I formerly enjoyed a great deal of pleasure, and I cannot think of losing them, without concern and regret.

I shall, as you suppose, look on every opportunity you give me of doing you service, as a favour, because it will afford me pleasure. I know how to make you ample returns for such favours, by giving you the pleasure of building me a house. You may do it without losing any of your own time; it will only take some part of that you now spend in other folks' business. It is only jumping out of their waters into mine.

I am grieved for our friend Syng's loss. You and I, who esteem him, and have valuable sons ourselves, can sympathize with him sincerely. I hope yours is perfectly recovered, for your sake as well as for his own. I wish he may be, in every respect, as good and as useful as his father. I need not wish him more; and can only add, that I am, with great esteem, dear friend, yours affectionately,

B. Franklin.

P.S. I rejoice to hear of the prosperity of the Hospital, and send the wafers. I do not quite like your absenting yourself from that good old club, the Junto. Your more frequent presence might be a means of keeping them from being all engaged in measures not the best for public welfare. I exhort you, therefore, to return to your duty; and, as the Indians say, to confirm my words, I send you a Birmingham tile. I thought the neatness of the figures would please you.

London, September 16, 1758.

Dear Sister,

I received your favour of June 17. I wonder you have had no letter from me since my being in England. I have wrote you at least two, and I think a third before this, and what was next to waiting on you in person, sent you my picture. In June last I sent Benny a trunk of books, and wrote to him; I hope they are come to hand, and that he meets with encouragement in his business. I congratulate you on the conquest of Cape Breton, and hope as your people took it by praying, the first time, you will now pray that it may never be given up again, which you then forgot. Billy is well, but in the country. I left him at Tunbridge Wells, where we spent a fortnight, and he is now gone with some company to see Portsmouth. We have been together over a great part of England this summer, and among other places, visited the town our father was born in, and found some relations in that part of the country still living.

Our cousin Jane Franklin, daughter of our uncle John, died about a year ago. We saw her husband, Robert Page, who gave us some old letters to his wife, from uncle Benjamin. In one of them, dated Boston, July 4, 1723, he writes that your uncle Josiah has a daughter Jane, about twelve years old, a good-humoured child. So keep up to your character, and don't be angry when you have no letters. In a little book he sent her, called "None but Christ," he wrote an acrostick on her name, which for namesake's sake, as well as the good advice it contains, I transcribe and send you, viz.

"Illuminated from on high,And shining brightly in your sphere,Ne'er faint, but keep a steady eye,Expecting endless pleasures there."Flee vice as you'd a serpent flee;Raisefaithandhopethree stories higher,And let Christ's endless love to theeNe'er cease to make thy love aspire.Kindness of heart by words express,Let your obedience be sincere,In prayer and praise your God address,Nor cease, till he can cease to hear."

"Illuminated from on high,And shining brightly in your sphere,Ne'er faint, but keep a steady eye,Expecting endless pleasures there.

"Flee vice as you'd a serpent flee;Raisefaithandhopethree stories higher,And let Christ's endless love to theeNe'er cease to make thy love aspire.Kindness of heart by words express,Let your obedience be sincere,In prayer and praise your God address,Nor cease, till he can cease to hear."

After professing truly that I had a great esteem and veneration for the pious author, permit me a little to play the commentator and critic on these lines. The meaning ofthree stories higherseems somewhat obscure. You are to understand, then, thatfaith,hope, andcharityhave been called the three steps of Jacob's ladder, reaching from earth to heaven; our author calls themstories, likening religion to a building, and these are the three stories of the Christian edifice. Thus improvement in religion is calledbuilding upandedification.Faithis then the ground floor,hopeis up one pair of stairs. My dear beloved Jenny, don't delight so much to dwell in those lower rooms, but get as fast as you can into the garret, for in truth the best room in the house ischarity. For my part, I wish the house was turned upside down; 'tis so difficult (when one is fat) to go up stairs; and not only so, but I imaginehopeandfaithmay be more firmly built uponcharity, thancharityuponfaithandhope. However that may be, I think it the better reading to say—

"Raise faith and hope one story higher."

Correct it boldly, and I'll support the alteration; for, when you are up two stories already, if you raise your building three stories higher you will make five in all, which is two more than there should be, you expose your upper rooms more to the winds and storms; and, besides, I am afraid the foundation will hardly bear them, unless indeed you build with such light stuff as straw and stubble, and that, you know, won't stand fire. Again, where the author says,

"Kindness of heart by words express,"

strike outwords, and put indeeds. The world is too full of compliments already. They are the rank growth of every soil, and choak the good plants of benevolence, and beneficence;nor do I pretend to be the first in this comparison of words and actions to plants; you may remember an ancient poet, whose works we have all studied and copied at school long ago.

"A man of words and not of deedsIs like a garden full of weeds."

'Tis a pity that good works, among some sorts of people, are so little valued, and good words admired in their stead: I mean seemingly pious discourses, instead of humane benevolent actions. Those they almost put out of countenance, by calling moralityrotten morality, righteousnessragged righteousness, and even filthy rags—and when you mention virtue, pucker up their noses as if they smelt a stink; at the same time that they eagerly snuff up an empty canting harangue, as if it was a posey of the choicest flowers: So they have inverted the good old verse, and say now

"A man of deeds and not of wordsIs like a garden full of ——"

I have forgot the rhyme, but remember 'tis something the very reverse of perfume. So much by way of commentary.

My wife will let you see my letter, containing an account of our travels, which I would have you read to sister Dowse, and give my love to her. I have no thoughts of returning till next year, and then may possibly have the pleasure of seeing you and yours; taking Boston in my way home. My love to brother and all your children, concludes at this time from, dear Jenny, your affectionate brother,

B. Franklin.

London, May 3, 1760.

My Dear Lord,

I have endeavoured to comply with your request in writing something on the present situation of our affairs in America, in order to give more correct notions of the British interest with regard to the colonies, than those I found many sensible menpossessed of. Inclosed you have the production, such as it is. I wish it may in any degree be of service to the public. I shall at least hope this from it, for my own part, that you will consider it as a letter from me to you, and take its length as some excuse for being so long a-coming.[56]

I am now reading with great pleasure and improvement your excellent work,The Principles of Equity. It will be of the greatest advantage to the Judges in our colonies, not only in those which have Courts of Chancery, but also in those which, having no such courts, are obliged to mix equity with the common law. It will be of more service to the colony Judges, as few of them have been bred to the law. I have sent a book to a particular friend, one of the Judges of the Supreme Court in Pennsylvania.

I will shortly send you a copy of the Chapter you are pleased to mention in so obliging a manner; and shall be extremely obliged in receiving a copy of the collection ofMaxims for the Conduct of Life, which you are preparing for the use of your children. I purpose likewise a little work for the benefit of youth, to be calledThe Art of Virtue.[57]From the title I think you will hardly conjecture what the nature of such a book may be. I must therefore explain it a little. Many people lead bad lives that would gladly lead good ones, but know nothowto make the change. They have frequentlyresolvedandendeavouredit; but in vain, because their endeavours have not been properly conducted. To expect people to be good, to be just, to be temperate, &c., withoutshewingthemhowthey shouldbecomeso, seems like the ineffectual charity mentioned by the Apostle, which consisted in saying to the hungry, the cold, and the naked, "Be ye fed, be ye warmed, be ye clothed," without shewing them how they should get food, fire, or clothing.

Most people have naturallysomevirtues, but none have naturallyallthe virtues. Toacquirethose that are wanting, and secure what we acquire, as well as those we have naturally, is the subject ofan art. It is as properly an art as painting, navigation, or architecture. If a man would become a painter, navigator, or architect, it is not enough that he isadvisedto beone, that he isconvincedby the arguments of his adviser, that it would be for his advantage to be one, and that he resolves to be one, but he must also be taught the principles of the art, be shewn all the methods of working, and how to acquire the habits of using properly all the instruments; and thus regularly and gradually he arrives, by practice, at some perfection in the art. If he does not proceed thus, he is apt to meet with difficulties that discourage him, and make him drop the pursuit.

MyArt of Virtuehas also its instruments, and teaches the manner of using them. Christians are directed to have faith in Christ, as the effectual means of obtaining the change they desire. It may, when sufficiently strong, be effectual with many: for a full opinion, that a Teacher is infinitely wise, good, and powerful, and that he will certainly reward and punish the obedient and disobedient, must give great weight to his precepts, and make them much more attended to by his disciples. But many have this faith in so weak a degree, that it does not produce the effect. OurArt of Virtuemay, therefore, be of great service to those whose faith is unhappily not so strong, and may come in aid of its weakness. Such as are naturally well disposed, and have been so carefully educated, as that good habits have been early established, and bad ones prevented, have less need of this art; but all may be more or less benefited by it. It is, in short, to be adapted for universal use. I imagine what I have now been writing will seem to savour of great presumption: I must therefore speedily finish my little piece, and communicate the manuscript to you, that you may judge whether it is possible to make good such pretensions. I shall at the same time hope for the benefit of your corrections. I am, &c.

B. Franklin.

Craven Street, June 11, 1760.

Dear Polly:

'Tis a very sensible Question you ask, how the Air can affect the Barometer, when its Opening appears covered with Wood?If indeed it was so closely covered as to admit of no Communication of the outward Air to the Surface of the Mercury, the Change of Weight in the Air could not possibly affect it. But the least Crevice is sufficient for the Purpose; a Pinhole will do the Business. And if you could look behind the Frame to which your Barometer is fixed, you would certainly find some small Opening.

There are indeed some Barometers in which the Body of Mercury at the lower End is contain'd in a close Leather Bag, and so the Air cannot come into immediate Contact with the Mercury; yet the same Effect is produc'd. For, the Leather being flexible, when the Bag is press'd by any additional Weight of Air, it contracts, and the Mercury is forced up into the Tube; when the Air becomes lighter, and its Pressure less, the Weight of the Mercury prevails, and it descends again into the Bag.

Your Observation on what you have lately read concerning Insects is very just and solid. Superficial Minds are apt to despise those who make that Part of the Creation their Study, as mere Triflers; but certainly the World has been much oblig'd to them. Under the Care and Management of Man, the Labours of the little Silkworm afford Employment and Subsistence to Thousands of Families, and become an immense Article of Commerce. The Bee, too, yields us its delicious Honey, and its Wax useful to a Multitude of Purposes. Another Insect, it is said, produces the Cochineal, from whence we have our rich Scarlet Dye. The Usefulness of the Cantharides, or Spanish Flies, in Medicine, is known to all, and Thousands owe their Lives to that Knowledge. By human Industry and Observation, other Properties of other Insects may possibly be hereafter discovered, and of equal Utility. A thorough Acquaintance with the Nature of these little Creatures may also enable Mankind to prevent the Increase of such as are noxious, or secure us against the Mischiefs they occasion. These Things doubtless your Books make mention of: I can only add a particular late Instance which I had from a Swedish Gentleman of good Credit. In the green Timber, intended for Ship-buildingat the King's Yards in that Country, a kind of Worms were found, which every year became more numerous and more pernicious, so that the Ships were greatly damag'd before they came into Use. The King sent Linnæus, the great Naturalist, from Stockholm, to enquire into the Affair, and see if the Mischief was capable of any Remedy. He found, on Examination, that the Worm was produced from a small Egg, deposited in the little Roughnesses on the Surface of the Wood, by a particular kind of Fly or Beetle; from whence the Worm, as soon as it was hatched, began to eat into the Substance of the Wood, and after some time came out again a Fly of the Parent kind, and so the Species increased. The season in which this Fly laid its Eggs, Linnæus knew to be about a Fortnight (I think) in the Month of May, and at no other time of the Year. He therefore advis'd, that, some Days before that Season, all the green Timber should be thrown into the Water, and kept under Water till the Season was over. Which being done by the King's Order, the Flies missing their usual Nest, could not increase; and the Species was either destroy'd or went elsewhere; and the Wood was effectually preserved; for, after the first Year, it became too dry and hard for their purpose.

There is, however, a prudent Moderation to be used in Studies of this kind. The Knowledge of Nature may be ornamental, and it may be useful; but if, to attain an Eminence in that, we neglect the Knowledge and Practice of essential Duties, we deserve Reprehension. For there is no Rank in Natural Knowledge of equal Dignity and Importance with that of being a good Parent, a good Child, a good Husband or Wife, a good Neighbour or Friend, a good Subject or Citizen, that is, in short, a good Christian. Nicholas Gimcrack, therefore, who neglected the Care of his Family, to pursue Butterflies, was a just Object of Ridicule, and we must give him up as fair Game to the satyrist.

Adieu, my dear Friend, and believe me ever

Yours affectionately,B. Franklin.

London, June 27, 1760.

My Dear Child,

I wrote a Line to you by the Pacquet, to let you know we were well, and I promis'd to write you fully by Capt. Budden, and answer all your Letters, which I accordingly now sit down to do. I am concern'd that so much Trouble should be given you by idle Reports concerning me. Be satisfied, my dear, that while I have my Senses, and God vouchsafes me his Protection, I shall do nothing unworthy the Character of an honest Man, and one that loves his Family.

I have not yet seen Mr. Beatty, nor do I know where to write to him. He forwarded your Letter to me from Ireland. The Paragraph of your Letter inserted in the Papers, related to the Negro School. I gave it to the Gentlemen concern'd, as it was a Testimony in favour of their pious Design. But I did not expect they would have printed it with your Name. They have since chosen [me] one of the Society, and I am at present Chairman for the current year. I enclose you an Account of their Proceedings.[59]

I did not receive theProspect of Quebec, which you mention that you sent me. Peter continues with me, and behaves as well as I can expect, in a Country where there are many Occasions of spoiling Servants, if they are ever so good. He has as few Faults as most of them, and I see with only one Eye, and hear only with one Ear; so we rub on pretty comfortably. King, that you enquire after, is not with us. He ran away from our House, near two Years ago, while we were absent in the Country; But was soon found in Suffolk, where he had been taken in the Service of a Lady, that was very fond of the Merit of making him a Christian, and contributing to his Education and Improvement. As he was of little Use, and often in Mischief, Billy consented to her keeping him while we stay in England. So the Lady sent him to School, has him taught to read and write, to play on the Violin and French Horn, with some other Accomplishments more useful in a Servant. Whether she willfinally be willing to part with him, or persuade Billy to sell him to her, I know not. In the mean time he is no Expence to us. The dried Venison was very acceptable, and I thank you for it. We have had it constantly shav'd to eat with our Bread and Butter for Breakfast, and this Week saw the last of it. The Bacon still holds out, for we are choice of it. Some Rashers of it, yesterday relish'd a Dish of Green Pease. Mrs. Stevenson thinks there was never any in England so good. The smok'd Beef was also excellent.

The Accounts you give me of the Marriages of our friends are very agreeable. I love to hear of every thing that tends to increase the Number of good People. You cannot conceive how shamefully the Mode here is a single Life. One can scarce be in the Company of a Dozen Men of Circumstance and Fortune, but what it is odds that you find on enquiry eleven of them are single. The great Complaint is the excessive Expensiveness of English Wives.

I am extreamly concern'd with you at the Misfortune of our Friend Mr. Griffith. How could it possibly happen? 'Twas a terrible Fire that of Boston. I shall contribute here towards the Relief of the Sufferers. Our Relations have escap'd I believe generally; but some of my particular Friends must have suffer'd greatly.

I think you will not complain this Year, as you did the last, of being so long without a Letter. I have wrote to you very frequently; and shall not be so much out of the Way of writing this Summer as I was the last. I hope our friend Bartram is safely return'd to his Family. Remember me to him in the kindest Manner.

Poor David Edwards died this Day Week, of a Consumption. I had a Letter from a Friend of his, acquainting me that he had been long ill, and incapable of doing his Business, and was at Board in the Country. I fear'd he might be in Straits, as he never was prudent enough to lay up any thing. So I wrote to him immediately, that, if he had occasion, he might draw on me for Five Guineas. But he died before my Letter got to hand. I hear the Woman, at whose House he long lodg'd andboarded, has buried him and taken all he left, which could not be much, and there are some small Debts unpaid. He maintained a good Character at Bury, where he lived some years, and was well respected, to my Knowledge, by some Persons of Note there. I wrote to you before, that we saw him at Bury, when we went thro' Suffolk into Norfolk, the Year before last. I hope his good Father, my old Friend, continues well.

Give my Duty to Mother, and Love to my dear Sally. Remember me affectionately to all Enquiring Friends, and believe me ever, my dearest Debby, your loving Husband,

B. Franklin.

Philadelphia, December 11, 1762.

Dear Sir:—

I thank you for your kind congratulations. It gives me pleasure to hear from an old friend; it will give me much more pleasure to see him. I hope, therefore, nothing will prevent the journey you propose for next summer and the favour you intend me of a visit. I believe I must make a journey early in the spring to Virginia, but purpose being back again before the hot weather. You will be kind enough to let me know beforehand what time you expect to be here, that I may not be out of the way, for that would mortify me exceedingly.

I should be glad to know what it is that distinguishes Connecticut religion from common religion. Communicate, if you please, some of these particulars that you think will amuse me as a virtuoso. When I travelled in Flanders, I thought of your excessively strict observation of Sunday; and that a man could hardly travel on that day among you upon his lawful occasions without hazard of punishment; while, where I was, every one travelled, if he pleased, or diverted himself in any other way; and in the afternoon both high and low went to the play or the opera, where there was plenty of singing, fiddling and dancing. I looked around for God's judgments, but saw no signs of them. The cities were well built and full of inhabitants, themarkets filled with plenty, the people well favoured and well clothed, the fields well tilled, the cattle fat and strong, the fences, houses, and windows all in repair, and no Old Tenor anywhere in the country; which would almost make one suspect that the Deity is not so angry at that offence as a New England Justice.

I left our friend Mr. Jackson[61]well, and I had the great pleasure of finding my little family well when I came home, and my friends as cordial and more numerous than ever. May every prosperity attend you and yours. I am, dear friend, yours affectionately,

B. Franklin.

Philada, March 25, 1763.

My Dear Polley,

Your pleasing Favour of Nov. 11 is now before me. It found me as you suppos'd it would, happy with my American Friends and Family about me; and it made me more happy in showing me that I am not yet forgotten by the dear Friends I left in England. And indeed, why should I fear they will ever forget me, when I feel so strongly that I shall ever remember them!

I sympathise with you sincerely in your Grief at the Separation from your old Friend, Miss Pitt. The Reflection that she is going to be more happy, when she leaves you, might comfort you, if the Case was likely to be so circumstanc'd; but when the Country and Company she has been educated in, and those she is removing to, are compared, one cannot possibly expect it. I sympathize no less with you in your Joys. But it is not merely on your Account, that I rejoice at the Recovery of your dear Dolly's Health. I love that dear good Girl myself, and I love her other Friends. I am, therefore, made happy by what must contribute so much to the Happiness of them all. Remember me to her, and to every one of that worthy and amiable Family, most affectionately.

Remember me in the same manner to your and my good Doctor and Mrs. Hawkesworth.[62]You have lately, you tell me, had the Pleasure of spending three Days with them atMr. Stanley's. It was a sweet Society! I too, once partook of that same Pleasure, and can therefore feel what you must have felt. Remember me also to Mr. and Mrs. Stanley,[63]and to Miss Arlond.

Of all the enviable Things England has, I envy it most its People. Why should that petty Island, which compar'd to America, is but like a stepping-Stone in a Brook, scarce enough of it above Water to keep one's Shoes dry; why, I say, should that little Island enjoy in almost every Neighbourhood, more sensible, virtuous, and elegant Minds, than we can collect in ranging 100 Leagues of our vast forests? But 'tis said the Arts delight to travel Westward. You have effectually defended us in this glorious War, and in time you will improve us. After the first Cares for the Necessaries of Life are over, we shall come to think of the Embellishments. Already some of our young Geniuses begin to lisp Attempts at Painting, Poetry, and Musick. We have a young Painter now studying at Rome.[64]Some specimens of our Poetry I send you, which if Dr. Hawkesworth's fine Taste cannot approve, his good Heart will at least excuse. The Manuscript Piece is by a young Friend of mine, and was occasion'd by the Loss of one of his Friends, who lately made a Voyage to Antigua to settle some Affairs, previous to an intended Marriage with an amiable young Lady here, but unfortunately died there. I send it to you, because the Author is a great Admirer of Mr. Stanley's musical Compositions, and has adapted this Piece to an Air in the 6thConcertoof that Gentleman, the sweetly solemn Movement of which he is quite in Raptures with. He has attempted to compose aRecitativofor it, but not being able to satisfy himself in the Bass, wishes I could get it supply'd. If Mr. Stanley would condescend to do that for him, thro' your Intercession, he would esteem it as one of the highest Honours, and it would make him excessively happy. You will say that aRecitativocan be but a poor Specimen of our Music. 'Tis the best and all I have at present, but you may see better hereafter.

I hope Mr. Ralph's[65]Affairs are mended since you wrote. I know he had some Expectations, when I came away, from aHand that would help him. He has Merit, and one would think ought not to be so unfortunate.

I do not wonder at the behaviour you mention of Dr. Smith towards me, for I have long since known him thoroughly. I made that Man my Enemy by doing him too much Kindness. 'Tis the honestest Way of acquiring an Enemy. And, since 'tis convenient to have at least one Enemy, who by his Readiness to revile one on all Occasions, may make one careful of one's Conduct, I shall keep him an Enemy for that purpose; and shall observe your good Mother's Advice, never again to receive him as a Friend. She once admir'd the benevolent Spirit breath'd in his Sermons. She will now see the Justness of the Lines your Laureat Whitehead addresses to his Poets, and which I now address to her.

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